Xie Zhengye!

you can!!!

Xie Zhengye cheered himself up at this time. At this time, he no longer thought about the victory or defeat. The invisible wall in front of him, the barrier of speed...

It even blocked the so-called genetic limits of the entire 200-meter athletes in Asia for half a century.

Just open it.

It's victory.

Xie Zhengye felt a vague feeling of power, and then pushed himself out, not wanting to step into this. But Su Shen had already told everyone this experience when he broke through 10 seconds.

The more this is.

You have already touched him more and more, opening up his opportunity.

Just stick to one more step.

Just stick to one more second.

Maybe it's victory.

Yes.

Mr. Su said.

Just stick to one more step.

Just stick to one more second.

Maybe it can do it.

Maybe it can be opened!

Bang!!!

There is a possibility that only the voice that Xie Zhengye could hear suddenly exploded in his spiritual world.

The sound is turned on.

Even suddenly, he felt that his strength had returned a lot.

It's just a pity.

The distance between the game is gone.

"Is it done?" Yang Yaozhu actually felt some touch in his heart at that moment, but as a retired old athlete, as the current 200-meter team leader.

He knew that he had to be patient and had to be able to keep his scores before he had finished his grades.

"oops."

"It's still a little worse in the end."

Yang Jian saw from the broadcast perspective that Xie Zhengye was finally taken over by these two people, so he could only say with regret: "The first place in the end belongs to Martina. He ran a good result of 19.94 seconds!"

"It greatly refreshed his own Pb!"

"Well? The second place score is the same as him. He only lost the thousandths. The 20-meter thousandths lost to Martina only three-thousandths, and ranked second with a score of 19.94 seconds."

And at this time on the sidelines.

Although the top two scores were the first to come out, they were the same scores after all, and the thousands of points need to be compared.

But when high-speed cameras compare the milliliters.

Yang Yaozhu was already in the corner of her mouth and couldn't help but open up and down. She looked at the electronic screen with a sound that she didn't know how loud she was.

"It's done."

"It's done."

"It's done."

What happened?

Yuan Guoqiang looked at Yang Yaozhu and was a little puzzled. He had not yet achieved his grades, so what was he difficult for him here?

But suddenly.

He seemed to have thought of something.

Immediately pass through the big screen on the scene and watch the final replay.

Then he quickly estimated the difference between Xie Zhengye and the previous few people.

Afterwards.

One answer.

It also appeared in his heart.

This distance...

I'm afraid it's...

It's broken.

The few people from the flower farm actually thought of this level. They are all professionals. As long as they react, they can quickly estimate their approximate results.

However, this ultimately requires an official answer.

Only by making numbers.

Only by completely exploding inner excitement.

Waited for about a few dozen seconds.

Wait for the comparison between the top two.

Finally, the third place score was late.

"As long as it starts with 1..." Yu Weili also looked at the third row of the electronic large screen here, not daring to blink for a second.

three.

two.

one.

19.97s.

Wind speed is 0.1m/s.

And this score is followed by more than a PB.

And NR.

There is even an abbreviation after it...

AR.

Area record.

Intercontinental record.

This also means.

Haunted Asians for decades, the so-called racial restrictions, genetic shackles, and European and American storm...

All after this result.

A crack appeared.

The original Asian record maintained by the small book.

Finally we opened it completely.

It has become exclusive to our country.

Just like what the 100-meter Su Shen did.

From this moment on.

NR in our country.

That is AR!
Chapter completed!